Art

Tissue paper was used to create this skyline of Los Angeles during a blazing sunset. The whole time while making this I had Thrice's "Broken Lungs" stuck in my head. "woke up to a brand new skyline..."

I do not miss high school, but I miss art class. I loved making this. it was a pain in the ass, but I'm happy with the results. even if there are a few air bubbles I know how to do it right for the future. This was made in June before the end of school the theme of the project was where you wish you were. I broke away from the cliche beach scene that everybody in my class all seemed to create. Yep, I'm a city girl...

Art

I had to use my brother's crappy digital camera to take this, but you get the idea...


regular tools drawn and colored using the effect of cubism.

today i drew a crappy picture.




i was sitting on the floor kind of below the phone so my drawing has a different p.o.v. then the picture.

The Used

I was feeling apathetic
& I hate to use this word
because i believe only mediocre musicians
& the teenage boys listening to them use this word
as they try to appear "deep"
as if they've become so accustomed to pain
& the misfortunes life brings that
they've become impervious to it

but apathetic is the best word in my limited vocabulary
that i could find to describe the mood i was in
it was the kind of mood where nothing could satisfy my discomfort
not my favorite TV show
not my favorite music that normally when played at the right voltage could get me going from even the deepest slumber
nothing
not his bed that i normally flop around in trying to appear cute
not my friends house & their moms cooking
driving aimlessly won't help
I've hit all these roads before
nothing but traffic lights & speed limits
& both contradict each other
all my favorite hang outs have become redundant, over used.
this town I'm living in, this life I'm leading just isn't satisfying anymore
but i don't go anywhere
not because I'm afraid
because i can't think of a place that could cure me of this
not much else lies ahead
& given enough time everywhere starts to feel the same
at least this is a discomfort I'm familiar with

May 2006

I waited in a lobby
With two men today
We didn’t talk
They didn’t look up
One sat looking intently at his phone
What was he waiting for?
The call from a friend?
A lover?
Or was it his way of avoiding any contact?

The other had just come in from the cold
He was working valet
Now he stares straight ahead
While his partner works alone

And I paced around the room
Feeling too awkward in my sweet 16 party dress
The sound of my heels going
Click, click, click against the marble floor

We all did our best to avoid the awkward situation
Of being along with strangers
With nothing to say
No comments on the weather
Or small talk to be had